Baby Titten Goes for a Ride

One day, I was doing laundry and switched the load from the washer to the dryer. I turned it on and heard THUNK.. THUNK.. I thought, hmm.. weird.. THUNK… THUNK.. no shoes.. what the… I opened the dryer and surprisingly Baby Titten leaped out. At the time, BT was about 8 months or so. Still curious. Still a pistol. Apparently she had sneaked into the laundry room and decided to explore her surroundings. Oh my God. I cannot convey the immediate, simultaneous fear and relief that I felt. I grabbed her and held her close, and BT, not a cuddler, and even less so then, clung to me for dear life; our hearts pounded in unison. Her fur was static-y and warm, and I was apparently pale as a ghost. We held each other for what seemed like forever. That was beyond a close call. Although she only went around 2 full times, she could easily have snapped her neck in the short amount of time it took me to open the dryer door. To this day I have a fear of the dryer and even though at 15 and 17 pounds respectively, the thuds would be much louder I have to physically touch each cat when the dryer is going to reassure myself they will not be lost in this horrible way.